Blackrock

Several star systems away......

"Ma'am, we are receiving a transmission...." said a mostly techinical robotic voice

"Patch it through to my chambers" Came the calm reply

A moment later and the transmission was received, and the woman smiled. Perfect, finally an ally, seeking something ? Well, it was time to go. She keyed a command.

"Alert the fleet, we are moving"

In space an alarm blared as dozens of ships began to move, engines firing up, dockyards moving into formations to continue work on ships. Container craft floated into preprogrammed pathways before disappearing in sparks of pink light as a ring of blue exploded in front of each ship in perfect formation before they disappeared. They were all headed for their destination.

A planet called, Blackrock

Even empires needed their allies, no matter how pitiful, and yet, something of this transmission triggered something in the Empress. Something that warned her to be on her guard.

"Aye, I'm Kelly, that's Aiden, Dierk and Torger. No idea how we got here. The German over got us here with his little device. Now we're from the greatest god damn planet ever, Earth. The lot of us are currently on Terra as a surveying and intelligence presence though we tend to end up in more firefights then protocol dictates." Ciar went on intermittently taking drinks from the flask without missing a beat.

"Oi mate you can't just claim Earth is the greatest god damn planet in front of these blokes. It's quite disrespectful even if their home planet is called Dread." Aiden chimed in.

Torger and Dierk looked on from the back as the two buffoons turned foreign ambassadors began arguing with each other in front of the group of other men.

"Well at least the boss didn't send Renegade with us. This would of been a firefight otherwise." Torger said looking at the two grown men squabble in their rather rueful accents.

Out of nowhere, the skies above Blackrock were filled with a faint, but noticeable rumbling sound. It was deep, reverberating, and distinguishable as the sound of massive starship engines.

The source of this deep reverberating rumbling sound would likely remain a mystery; for now.


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The Iconoclast Class Battleship Vigilanti Eternas

Commander Bryn Magus was surveying the DRADIS tests as his command crew checked over the ship's systems. The Commander frowned at having to land at such a backwater planet to find a Naquadah reactor to power the ignition systems for the ship's main deuterium fusion core. But sometimes detours had to be taken from the main patrol routs.

"Sir, we have primary engine ignition." A lieutenant turned, while Magus nodded.

"Acknowledged, commence secondary ignition and prepare to take us up."

At that moment a second lieutenant turned from his console.

"Sir; I'm detecting some unusual anomalies about a kilometron south of our position." He reported, while the Commander frowned. "Plot an escape course that will take us over, get a couple drop pods prepped and ready, see if McGregor wants to take a node and ride." Magus said calmly.

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The dull rumbling suddenly increased in intensity and volume, a concussive shockwave of sound rattling the ground, and any furniture in the area. It seemed to come from the north.

The Miners of the UCN looked up to the sky. There were spaceships they haven't ever seen before. It was night time, but they could see the glowing lights clearly. Rangers in the mining town begun rallying the power troopers, arming them with flintlock assault rifles. The rangers activated there tesla armor. They were getting ready incase of attack. There were about a thousand troops guarding the perimeter of the base. They hadn't set up sentries yet, but they begun unloading the 6 100mm cannons from the RxG rockets. There was one on every side. The ranger grabbed there Wheelock assault rifles. The ground started to shake. Were they attacking? No one knew. A radio call came into Jacob tent. "Mister president, we have contact. Big contact! I repeat Big contact. Suit up, and get ready, just in case." The radio crackles. Jacob was just about to cantinplate about cinder, but, he needed to get outside. Now. Jacob got up, without a word, and suited up. The ground and e furniture was shacking. He suited up quickly as he can, turned to cinder and said "Stay right here" With that, Jacob went outside to panicking miners. Some were trying to hide, others, were grabbing weapons. He went to the microphone that was in front of his tent. He turned it on. Looks like the technicians got the broadcaster working. He sighed, and talked on the microphone, that was oddly shaped like a old 1920s microphone. "Citizens. Calm yourselves. We wanted to see new nations, new sets of people. Were not sure if the aliens are friendly or not. But if the need arises, we will send all civilians back to Dread, and our military here will fight for your escape. But, if they are friendly, we could have successful trade relations! It could be a dawn of a new and better age! Were we wont fear the wastelands of Dread any longer! No more scavenging to survive. Pease, calm yourselves, and stay in your tents. The military and I will handle this." There was some protest in the crowd. Some yelled out how would they be protected. Some were just scared. Well, all were scared. He turned to a group of power troopers, clad in T-97g power armor. The saluted the president.
The smallest one greeted him. "Sir. We are ready to fight sir, if needed." Jacob looked at him. "Very good. Lets get going." Jacob gripped his Special laser musket. It was a highly focused lens to go through most armors. It was called the Presidential veto.
Jacob and 6 the power troopers headed north, to see what was the racket going on. They all had there weapons ready.

Mean while at the camp, the soldiers were fortifying there perimeter. Making sure the civilians were save, and keeping the newly built gate shut, and under super vision. They trained the heavy artillery to the sky's, trying to make sure they didn't get to above the town without permission through via radio. This was not going to be fun.

The concussive wave made Kelly spit out his next drink of whiskey right into Martins face as the two attempted to retain their balance.

"Well I'll be fucked if it's not our old friends the Aschen. Looks like we're gonna get a fight today after all" Ciar said in a rather cheerful manner.

"Looks like it. Maybe we can steal their ship. That would give the boss something to gawk at if we brought it back to Terra." Aiden chimed in looking up at the large vessel in the air.

"Good luck with that. I'll be staying down here away from both of ze suicidal plans." Dierk said looking up at the vessel knowing very well the suicide mission it would be to steal that.

The group stood there momentarily staring up at the vessel a bit dumbfounded at the size but also harboring some ill will towards those that were going to be coming down to the ground soon.

"Probably for the best if I report back to Geist with this information." Torger spoke as he pulled out the Wire, a small ansible that the tech group at Olympus had come up with for interstellar communication. He reported to Geist the situation and simply signed off.

Kevin looked at the group of people. "Um...you guys alright?" Kevin just then received a radio message. "All units report to mining town. I repeat. All units." Then Kevin, for some reason unknown to him, looked up. There were fucking space ships! Ones that you would only dream about in science fiction Holotapes. He looked to his crew. "We may have a problem." He turn to rag-tag group. One of them had mention a place called Terra. Must be there home planet. Wonder if its far away or not. They were also talking about group called the Aschen. "What are the Aschen?" Kevin said seriously. " And were are you from, and better yet, why are you fighting this group?" Kevin asked to the people. One of them spoke to a....radio? It was different than the things he was used to. He wondered if it was a portable interstellar columniations? They had one, but, you couldn't carry it. Not without it overburden you, anyway. The Armored soldiers looked to Kevin. Tank asked " Should we report to the town?" Kevin nodded. "After our friends here answer these questions, we will go to the mining camp."

Back at the mining camp, people were still in there tents. Even if it was almost useless. But somewhere was better than nowhere.
The Soldiers of the camp were working on the Coms Array. It was a interstellar communication device, mostly made up of scrap metal, scrap electronics, and a Atom battery (Nuclear battery). It could not receive signals, but it could send one out. They were trying to change that. Technicians were working for about 2 hour. They knew most conflict could be avoided if the communication was right. Then, after painstaking work, the got it were they could receive signals from just about anywhere. The technicians and scientist wearing whit lab coats were cheering. The power armored soldiers were not. They simply loaded the 100mm canons, and there own guns, as the scientist sent a message. The message stated, in a deep Northern Dreadish accent (English accent.)
"Welcome, Aliens. Please, if you are hearing this, this is the Republic of the United Columbian Nation. Please note, we upgraded our coms device to receive messages. We are a peaceful nation, and would love to trade with you. We came from a planet called Dread. A dusty, hospitable planet, were we had the great war. A nuclear war that ended with over 6 billion of the 7 billion dead. But, that was many years ago, in fact, that was a hundred years ago. And even though our planet still feels it sting, we have rosen from those ashes, to give a free world. If you are here for trading, please send a message back, and we will direct your ship out of our no fly zone we put up. If you do not send a message, you'll be asked to leave, due to safety concerns for our citizens"

Jacob and the group of power troopers were walking further north. They needed to find what was causing all this trouble. Jacob had his hands gipping the presidential veto, or, his heavily modiyed laser musket. The group were tired, but they pressed on. There new home was at stake. Who knew if these people were friendly or not.

"Well mate we've been skirmishing with the Aschen for a bit now. Had to lay low for a bit after the last fight though. That royally fucked us right up." Martin answered the man.

"Blimey fucking assholes the Aschen are. The lot of them, I'll have them all in the cold hard ground of Oiland before I die. I want their damn space ship too. It'd be fun trying to steal that thing." Kelly replied to the soldiers as well.

He put away the flask as he pulled out a cigarette lit and began smoking it right there. He rarely smoked anymore except when something was going to start bothering him.

In orbit of Blackrock pinpoints of pink light appeared as suply vessels began to fill the system, a huge ring of blue light tore a hole in space and a swarm of starfighters swarmed from it followed by larger support craft, which in turn was quickly followed by even larger captial ships.

Within the largest vessel a voice, clearly disembodied and robotic spoke "Ma'am, a transmission from the planet. The sender requests our immediate assistance on ground. their location is now marked to the fleet. We await your orders"

"Lock onto the location where the transmission originates. Mark a seven kilometer radius of the transmision point of origin, tag all civilain and milita. We were requested first to form an alliance, but now, things changed in her time to travel here.

"Alert the fleet. We are taking them to safety. Ready the landing craft and prepare ground troops"

An alarm rang in the hold of one of the ships as soldiers and officers ran to their stations ot ready in the case of trouble. They came originally intending to form an alliance, but the plan changed and they were now to rescue those they were to ally with. What a day within the Underlundian Empire. Mirana wanted to form this allaince ever since receiving the first transmission, only to end up saving the men she was to ally with.

"Ma'am, energy reading indicate medial needs, sending to you now" A moment later and the full manifest of the medial needs of each person was scrolling across a data wall

"Get them all aboard the fleet vessels as quickly and safely as possible. This one" She highlighted Jacob Andersen "I want brought directly to me, be gentle, he appears to be the leader, prorect him at all costs"

"Yes ma'am"

The massive fleet neared the planet. exactly three dozen frigate style craft headed for the planet surface. All the soldiers aboard were ready in the case of battle, but all of them were there for one reason, to help those they came to ally with.

The soldiers watched as a space ship had landed right in front of the gate. The soldiers were aw struck. They open what looked like a cargo bay. The scientist had read the message sent by the ship. " You must leave this planet. The ashcen are here. They will destroy you. You must come wit us. We will provide you a escape root. Have your men load the civilians on the ship" The message said. The solders looked at the scientist as if they were for real. The ushered the combatants to do what the message said. The soldiers called to all tents. The Civilians were getting loaded into the ship, in a single file line, with newer and stranger soldiers by there side. They acted the same....even looked the same. It was creepy. The loading was almost complete, although with a lot of resistance from scared miners. They all had there things, and were finding places in the ship. The Power troopers were anxious. They wernt sure of this....for all they knew, his was a trap. But they kept on loading. This could be a really good thing. A woman brought a Columbian flag with her. Hopefully it was legal...they were Columbians....right?

Mean while, Jacob was scouting until he received a radio call from home base. A alien race wanted to give refuge to them, and said it would be safer to do it. He weighed his options, and didn't like any of them. He looked back at the group. "Were Going back.'' He said, then the made it to the ship, and watched as the last civilian was loaded. He wasn't going to like this. He ran to the ship, ushering every soldier on. The ship was full of the miners and scientist. The mining town was diserted, along with the 100mmcannons loaded onto the ship.Jacob went to a nearby soldier that wasn't his own. "Why are we here?" He asked. "Im the leader of this country, and I expect answers!" He yelled when he didn't answer.

The Iconoclast Battleship continued to gain altitude as Commander Magus surveyed the DRADIS Array. Two of the bridge officers were inspecting the console closely, before the Underlundian ships pinged on the console.

"DRADIS Contact! Three nine seven carom one two eight!" Lieutenant Godfrey shouted, while Magus scowled. "They haven't detected us yet, bring forward batteries online, we're going to give these invaders a warm welcome." He said, as the lights dimmed to a dull red.

"Verified targeting solutions, we'll have to come about, our guns can't traverse that high." Lieutenant Quinn reported, going over the weapons console as Magus nodded.

"Whoever these people are, is going to have to wait. I want thunderbolts hot in their tubes, nominal spread, target the larger ships first." Magus ordered.

The Aschen Thunderbolt class anti-ship missile was a large interstellar capable ballistic missile, with a self contained FTL Drive, AI Guided targeting systems, and a powerful warhead that could be equipped to the specific needs of the battlefield.

"Tricobalt warheads." Magus ordered.

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On the ground, there was a massive thunderous roar, and the 5km long Iconoclast Class Battleship soared over the range that was once obscuring it.

"Lieutenant Siler, contact the IDF, we might have a possible invasion on our hands, Lieutenant Quinn! Get us into orbit, get shields and weapons ready for a fight."

Quinn nodded.

"Signalling the fleet now, but it may reveal our location to the invaders." He protested, but Magus nodded.

"Do it." He said.

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It was likely at that moment the Underlundian ships would detect a Subspace spike on frequencies typically used by the Aschen Empire. Highly encrypted Aschen superluminal communications originating from the planet would only mean one thing.

The Aschen Empire was on the planet, and they too were calling for help.

Kyrian Vox

A single flash of white light is usually the most amount of warning a person gets that a Planeswalker just entered their dimension. In this case that flash occurred right in between the two fleets of ships about 1500 yards above the ground. From that point sprouted a semi-clear energy shield that went from the flash point above the ships all the way to the ground and equal distance to either side. The end result was a curtain blocking the two fleets from each other. If anyone paid attention to the original point of origin they might notice a lone figure dressed in dark clothing with midnight blue hair sitting on the wall.

A single word was mentally sent to the commanding officers of all three groups, but it was in a language none of them could understand. However the meaning could not have been clearer. Come

The man on the wall let himself fall from it and landed on the side closest to the Aschen, taking the impact as if it had only been a step. He waited for the leaders to arrive, and when they did they would be in for a treat. As he came into view the planeswalker would seem rather odd and not as a powerful immortal should. He had messy midnight blue hair that covered some of his face, stood at just over 2 meters tall, had on black jeans with doc martins and a matching T-shirt, and was holding a freshly made cup of coffee. Not really the powerful spell-caster people usually had in mind. The man waved everyone over and motioned for them to sit on some boulders readily available, but he did not seem to care whether anyone did or not.

Once all the leaders were present he finally spoke in between drinks of his coffee. "Before I get to the major business of today's meeting let us all introduce ourselves. I will go first. I am Kyrian Vox, nothing more you need to know right now." His voice was completely monotone and uncaring about the situation, but he still waited for everyone to state their name and whatever titles they preferred. Only after this would he speak again.

"Now then, I am sure you are all wondering what I stopped this... gathering for. I think it would benefit everyone if this did not end in a blood bath, not only for those empires involved but also for the Dreadians who have lost so much. It makes me feel inspired just to be in their presence." He still keeps his same tone and ceases speaking to drink more caffeine into his bloodstream. "So I want you all to behave like adults and talk this out right here, or I am sending everyone back home with no supper."

Cinder quickly followed, she couldn't be left behind now. She boarded the ship. "Jacob, what's happened?"

Jacob Looked at cinder who was now on the ship. "I Think these people are going to take use to safety, although im not sure. Its what the scientist said." Jacob retorted, he then got a message in his mind. "Come". And with that, he walked off the still open cargo hold of the ship. He saw a man wearing black pants, and a matching shirt. Jacob looked over back to the ship. They better be safe he thought. The man was holding a old pre-war coffee mug, with a black liquid in it. He had a odd choice of color for hair, for it was a stark blue contrast. Two other people were by him.....well, within close proximity to Jacob. Jacob was still wearing his T-97g ornate black power armor, with his laser musket on his back. He checked his radio to see if it was safe, according to his head scientist. No answer. Damn it he thought. He continued to the strange man. He motioned for the 2 men...and a woman, to sit down on conveniently place boulders. Jacob sat down, anxiously. Was this some sort of trick? No one on dread was this civil.
The blue haired man spoke. "Before I get to the major business of today's meeting let us all introduce ourselves. I will go first. I am Kyrian Vox, nothing more you need to know right now." The man said nonchalantly. As if this were a business deal. But, Jacob felt inclined to speak second. Jacob cleared his thought, and took a leap of trust that isn't shown in most situations like this. "I'm President Jacob Hothman, of the United Columbian Nation." Jacob stated boldly. He heard the other two state there names and countries. There was the Aschen, and the Underlundians. It was strange seeing people of different planets...and the technology behind them. After they stated there names, ranks and country, Vox spoke once more.

"Now then, I am sure you are all wondering what I stopped this... gathering for. I think it would benefit everyone if this did not end in a blood bath, not only for those empires involved but also for the Dreadians who have lost so much. It makes me feel inspired just to be in their presence." He took a sip from the mug, then continued. "So I want you all to behave like adults and talk this out right here, or I am sending everyone back home with no supper."

Jacob looked in aw. "How do you know of Dreads state? Or even, how do you even know of Dread? We haven't told anyone of it, other than ourselves." He asked genuinely curious. They never even broadcasted were there from....just that they wanted trading...Were there aliens watching over Dread as millions died? This would have to go down in history as the strangest meeting in history.

The four operators moved on now as they were left by the other Rangers who ran off for some call it would have seemed. Kelly himself was more hellbent than the others on fighting the Aschen and that would prove rather trying rather soon. Though before their leaving another member joined them on the planet. That of Renegade and with him he had a few extra goodies, two large coyote tan bags set next to him on the ground and a large mortar tube with all the necessary rounds sat next to that. The operators still used old tech but they had outfitted it with enough modifications to combat more advanced societies.

The five man group left with the items with little less than a nod as the HERCULES Armor activated a latent function cloaking them from radar, infrared and all other means of prying eyes above.

When the soldier Jacob spoke to received his orders on how to reply the man said simply "The Empress received your transmission of alliance and trade, it was our arrival here when the second transmission was received. One not just for aid, but transportation to safety by any means needed" The soldier, dressed in green and white battle armor smiled behind his helmet. "Please, follow me. Your people will be well cared for."

On the largest vessel in space the Empress paced on the bridge, this was the most interesting yet useful visit to this backwater world. She watched on various holographic and glass panels as the rescue operation was well underway. Within a scant few moments, order was set and those on the planet who required aid, almost all of them requiring medial assisentice of some form, were on board the frigates.

"Ma'am, contacts at two seven three, bearing one oh six. Hostiles, they're priming weapons. Tricobalt rounds" Came a voice

"Activate gellar fields around the fleet. Ready for netherspace transfer" Mirana ordered

"Yes ma'am" The gellar fields used the impact energy of warheads against it to provide extended power.

The ships lifted off from the ground, their precious cargo and passengers fully loaded on in safety as they soon rejoined with the massive fleet as it began to turn on a dime in space to exit the system as quickly as they arrived.

The largest of the frigates connected with the massive fleet ship. the soldier, a clone designated as 8271 lead Jacob through a few well ornate marbled halls to arrive at the bridge of the massive vessel. Standing at attention 8271 said in almost a robotic tone "Empress, our guest as requested. His people are safely aboard our frigates and we await your orders"

"Wait outside" Came the calm reply as Mirana observed Jacob with a keen yet gentle gaze, a soft smile on her face

(Please delete all excess (Repeated post) My computer glitches very, very badly, and im very sorry. all other repeated post will be deleted, (Erased.) I officially hate my computer)

Jacob snapped out of it. He had been day dreaming. Jacob realized he was in a formal part of a ship. They had told him they were going to transfer his men, and civilians to a safe place. Was he in another dream? He looked across and saw a woman. This wasn't normal at any circumstances. But....if they wanted him dead....or even his people, they would have done it already. He noticed he was still armed. They hadn't disarmed him. That's a weird. Usually, trust never went that far, especially with strangers. He still had his full suit of armor on. The woman in question was looking at him....smiling....soft eyes. Those were eyes full of what looked like pity. And the face was gentle enough to be like his moms. He mentally kicked himself. Never think f mom. Or dad. It only brought pain. He thought. Was he in the presence of some sort of royalty? Only god, and her knew. He took off his helmet, revealing Black, shaggy hair, stark blue eyes, and a black rough beard. He looked like a common wastelander. "Um....who are you?" Jacob asked timidly. Her very appearance showed authority. But.....she seamed nicer than that. He was still standing. The armor was hard to sit down in. God, he was a president for Christ sake, but his confidence depleted mildly in front of her. But not out of fear, but respect.

Jacob snapped out of it. He had been day dreaming. Jacob realized he was in a formal part of a ship. They had told him they were going to transfer his men, and civilians to a safe place. Was he in another dream? He looked across and saw a woman. This wasn't normal at any circumstances. But....if they wanted him dead....or even his people, they would have done it already. He noticed he was still armed. They hadn't disarmed him. That's a weird. Usually, trust never went that far, especially with strangers. He still had his full suit of armor on. The woman in question was looking at him....smiling....soft eyes. Those were eyes full of what looked like pity. And the face was gentle enough to be like his moms. He mentally kicked himself. Never think f mom. Or dad. It only brought pain. He thought. Was he in the presence of some sort of royalty? Only god, and her knew. He took off his helmet, revealing Black, shaggy hair, stark blue eyes, and a black rough beard. He looked like a common wastelander. "Um....who are you?" Jacob asked timidly. Her very appearance showed authority. But.....she seamed nicer than that. He was still standing. The armor was hard to sit down in. God, he was a president for Christ sake, but his confidence depleted mildly in front of her. But not out of fear, but respect.

Jacob snapped out of it. He had been day dreaming. Jacob realized he was in a formal part of a ship. They had told him they were going to transfer his men, and civilians to a safe place. Was he in another dream? He looked across and saw a woman. This wasn't normal at any circumstances. But....if they wanted him dead....or even his people, they would have done it already. He noticed he was still armed. They hadn't disarmed him. That's a weird. Usually, trust never went that far, especially with strangers. He still had his full suit of armor on. The woman in question was looking at him....smiling....soft eyes. Those were eyes full of what looked like pity. And the face was gentle enough to be like his moms. He mentally kicked himself. Never think f mom. Or dad. It only brought pain. He thought. Was he in the presence of some sort of royalty? Only god, and her knew. He took off his helmet, revealing Black, shaggy hair, stark blue eyes, and a black rough beard. He looked like a common wastelander. "Um....who are you?" Jacob asked timidly. Her very appearance showed authority. But.....she seamed nicer than that. He was still standing. The armor was hard to sit down in. God, he was a president for Christ sake, but his confidence depleted mildly in front of her. But not out of fear, but respect.

Jacob snapped out of it. He had been day dreaming. Jacob realized he was in a formal part of a ship. They had told him they were going to transfer his men, and civilians to a safe place. Was he in another dream? He looked across and saw a woman. This wasn't normal at any circumstances. But....if they wanted him dead....or even his people, they would have done it already. He noticed he was still armed. They hadn't disarmed him. That's a weird. Usually, trust never went that far, especially with strangers. He still had his full suit of armor on. The woman in question was looking at him....smiling....soft eyes. Those were eyes full of what looked like pity. And the face was gentle enough to be like his moms. He mentally kicked himself. Never think f mom. Or dad. It only brought pain. He thought. Was he in the presence of some sort of royalty? Only god, and her knew. He took off his helmet, revealing Black, shaggy hair, stark blue eyes, and a black rough beard. He looked like a common wastelander. "Um....who are you?" Jacob asked timidly. Her very appearance showed authority. But.....she seamed nicer than that. He was still standing. The armor was hard to sit down in. God, he was a president for Christ sake, but his confidence depleted mildly in front of her. But not out of fear, but respect.

Jacob snapped out of it. He had been day dreaming. Jacob realized he was in a formal part of a ship. They had told him they were going to transfer his men, and civilians to a safe place. Was he in another dream? He looked across and saw a woman. This wasn't normal at any circumstances. But....if they wanted him dead....or even his people, they would have done it already. He noticed he was still armed. They hadn't disarmed him. That's a weird. Usually, trust never went that far, especially with strangers. He still had his full suit of armor on. The woman in question was looking at him....smiling....soft eyes. Those were eyes full of what looked like pity. And the face was gentle enough to be like his moms. He mentally kicked himself. Never think f mom. Or dad. It only brought pain. He thought. Was he in the presence of some sort of royalty? Only god, and her knew. He took off his helmet, revealing Black, shaggy hair, stark blue eyes, and a black rough beard. He looked like a common wastelander. "Um....who are you?" Jacob asked timidly. Her very appearance showed authority. But.....she seamed nicer than that. He was still standing. The armor was hard to sit down in. God, he was a president for Christ sake, but his confidence depleted mildly in front of her. But not out of fear, but respect.

Jacob snapped out of it. He had been day dreaming. Jacob realized he was in a formal part of a ship. They had told him they were going to transfer his men, and civilians to a safe place. Was he in another dream? He looked across and saw a woman. This wasn't normal at any circumstances. But....if they wanted him dead....or even his people, they would have done it already. He noticed he was still armed. They hadn't disarmed him. That's a weird. Usually, trust never went that far, especially with strangers. He still had his full suit of armor on. The woman in question was looking at him....smiling....soft eyes. Those were eyes full of what looked like pity. And the face was gentle enough to be like his moms. He mentally kicked himself. Never think f mom. Or dad. It only brought pain. He thought. Was he in the presence of some sort of royalty? Only god, and her knew. He took off his helmet, revealing Black, shaggy hair, stark blue eyes, and a black rough beard. He looked like a common wastelander. "Um....who are you?" Jacob asked timidly. Her very appearance showed authority. But.....she seamed nicer than that. He was still standing. The armor was hard to sit down in. God, he was a president for Christ sake, but his confidence depleted mildly in front of her. But not out of fear, but respect.

Jacob snapped out of it. He had been day dreaming. Jacob realized he was in a formal part of a ship. They had told him they were going to transfer his men, and civilians to a safe place. Was he in another dream? He looked across and saw a woman. This wasn't normal at any circumstances. But....if they wanted him dead....or even his people, they would have done it already. He noticed he was still armed. They hadn't disarmed him. That's a weird. Usually, trust never went that far, especially with strangers. He still had his full suit of armor on. The woman in question was looking at him....smiling....soft eyes. Those were eyes full of what looked like pity. And the face was gentle enough to be like his moms. He mentally kicked himself. Never think f mom. Or dad. It only brought pain. He thought. Was he in the presence of some sort of royalty? Only god, and her knew. He took off his helmet, revealing Black, shaggy hair, stark blue eyes, and a black rough beard. He looked like a common wastelander. "Um....who are you?" Jacob asked timidly. Her very appearance showed authority. But.....she seamed nicer than that. He was still standing. The armor was hard to sit down in. God, he was a president for Christ sake, but his confidence depleted mildly in front of her. But not out of fear, but respect.

Jacob snapped out of it. He had been day dreaming. Jacob realized he was in a formal part of a ship. They had told him they were going to transfer his men, and civilians to a safe place. Was he in another dream? He looked across and saw a woman. This wasn't normal at any circumstances. But....if they wanted him dead....or even his people, they would have done it already. He noticed he was still armed. They hadn't disarmed him. That's a weird. Usually, trust never went that far, especially with strangers. He still had his full suit of armor on. The woman in question was looking at him....smiling....soft eyes. Those were eyes full of what looked like pity. And the face was gentle enough to be like his moms. He mentally kicked himself. Never think f mom. Or dad. It only brought pain. He thought. Was he in the presence of some sort of royalty? Only god, and her knew. He took off his helmet, revealing Black, shaggy hair, stark blue eyes, and a black rough beard. He looked like a common wastelander. "Um....who are you?" Jacob asked timidly. Her very appearance showed authority. But.....she seamed nicer than that. He was still standing. The armor was hard to sit down in. God, he was a president for Christ sake, but his confidence depleted mildly in front of her. But not out of fear, but respect.

Jacob snapped out of it. He had been day dreaming. Jacob realized he was in a formal part of a ship. They had told him they were going to transfer his men, and civilians to a safe place. Was he in another dream? He looked across and saw a woman. This wasn't normal at any circumstances. But....if they wanted him dead....or even his people, they would have done it already. He noticed he was still armed. They hadn't disarmed him. That's a weird. Usually, trust never went that far, especially with strangers. He still had his full suit of armor on. The woman in question was looking at him....smiling....soft eyes. Those were eyes full of what looked like pity. And the face was gentle enough to be like his moms. He mentally kicked himself. Never think f mom. Or dad. It only brought pain. He thought. Was he in the presence of some sort of royalty? Only god, and her knew. He took off his helmet, revealing Black, shaggy hair, stark blue eyes, and a black rough beard. He looked like a common wastelander. "Um....who are you?" Jacob asked timidly. Her very appearance showed authority. But.....she seamed nicer than that. He was still standing. The armor was hard to sit down in. God, he was a president for Christ sake, but his confidence depleted mildly in front of her. But not out of fear, but respect.